That's not how you use a witch!

Chapter 15: Thorn Territory has 5 elite soldiers!

Lilith breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the promise that she wouldn't die, but she still didn't understand what Ronan was up to.

After signing the territory mutual aid contract, Vance, to show his sincerity, took the initiative to let her demonstrate her magical abilities to Ronan and Madale.

Compared to the unreasonable "Steel Armor", Lilith felt that her "Sound Messenger" was rather useless: she could create all kinds of sounds, and sound waves of special frequencies and intensities were her main means of combat.

Once the evil beast is locked in by this sound wave, almost any evil beast will convulse, collapse, or even die suddenly within a short period of time. Apart from the locked evil beast, the sound wave will not harm any other beings.

What seems like an invincible magical power is actually not like that at all: if she can't keep up with the enemy's speed and can't lock on, then there's no way she can deal any damage.

For example, a powerful being like Meadow could kill her twice before she even locks onto her.

Secondly, the greater the power of the sound wave, the narrower its range, making it more difficult to lock onto fast or small enemies; while its effect on large targets is unreliable, sometimes killing them instantly, and sometimes having no effect even after a long time.

Of course, the biggest drawback is the accumulation of pollution that increases exponentially with the sound intensity, so she rarely uses high-powered sound waves unless she has no other choice.

Vance once jokingly told Ronan that if Lilith hadn't had so many flaws, even a minor viscount like him wouldn't have been able to afford to contract a witch.

But Ronan didn't think so at all... He thought Lilith's ability was simply too overpowered; it was definitely a sonic weapon!

Compared to Lilith, all those so-called high-tech advancements from my previous life were utterly inadequate!

Of course, Ronan's reason for borrowing the witch from Vance this time wasn't because of her high-powered sonic waves, but quite the opposite.

"Can you simulate sounds you've heard before? For example, the sounds of war drums and horns?"

"Oh? Of course!"

Lilith blinked, surprised that Ronan's request was so simple.

Under her control, the rhythmic sounds of war drums and horns soon echoed across the Thorn Territory, leaving the militiamen in the distance in awe.

Ronan couldn't help but smile; the effect was excellent.

Calculating that the time was about right, he summoned all his subjects to the square, revealed the approaching rout, and announced that he would lead two witches and the militia to defeat them.

The crowd, which had been uneasy because of the rumors, stopped their commotion and were replaced by excitement and enthusiasm.

The lord of Thorn Territory always keeps his word; if he says he can defeat the fleeing soldiers, he will definitely do it!

And Madel is also a guardian deity. No matter how fierce the evil beasts are, they cannot harm a single person in front of her. What are mere defeated soldiers worth mentioning!

"Long live the Lord! Long live Miss Medale!"

Someone shouted, and soon the crowd erupted in a cacophony of voices.

Ronan couldn't help but smile: The incident happened so suddenly, and this time he didn't arrange any shills; it was all organic support and true fans!

Amidst the resounding beat of war drums and horns, he announced the list of the second batch of militiamen and informed them that they would participate in the operation together, and that anyone who was afraid could choose to withdraw now.

Seeing that no one chose to withdraw, Ronan nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, Bart came to report that the patrolling militia had caught five guards who were trying to sneak in and plunder, and asked Ronan if he wanted to kill them to boost morale.

Ronan smiled as he watched the fleeing soldiers being led to the square, all of them emaciated and terrified.

In front of his people, he used his sword to cut the ropes binding two fleeing soldiers.

"Your companions are dead, but if you can pass on a message for me, I might consider sparing your lives. Don't try anything funny; if I let you go, I can just capture you again and chop you up again..."

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into the night.

Ten miles away, in the Fulong Valley.

Black smoke curled upwards, merging into the even darker night sky. The routed soldiers sat around the fire, warming themselves while reheating the food they had looted earlier.

Looking around, the entire valley was filled with countless heads. However, most of them were dressed in rags, and even the few armored officers and knights had their equipment tattered.

Around a campfire, several high-ranking officers were talking, seemingly discussing their next move. Judging from their furrowed brows, their journey had clearly been difficult.

His predictions were largely correct... After observing the state of the routed soldiers from his vantage point, Ronan gave instructions to the militiamen behind him regarding the next steps.

The militiamen held their breath, many sweating with nervousness, afraid of missing any orders.

Most of them were reservists who had just enlisted today. Although they had previously aspired to join the militia, they had never received systematic training. Now they were going straight to the battlefield, and it would be a lie to say they weren't nervous.

However, some of them were veterans from the first batch of recruits, and their demeanor was noticeably more focused and composed. With this backbone force, the morale of the reserves remained unshaken, and the deployment was completed quickly and efficiently.

At this point, Ronan had positioned eighty men on the south side of the Fulong Valley, sixty of whom were new recruits and twenty of whom were veterans, under the command of Bart.

To the north of Fulong Valley were the soldiers of the Mountain Territory, numbering around 120, and Lilith was assigned to this position.

Unlike Ronan's dedicated militia, the Mountain Territory, apart from conscripting serfs and freemen as soldiers during wartime, mainly consists of the lord's private army and guild forces spontaneously formed by blacksmiths, whose quality is relatively poor.

Ronan himself, along with Madonna, led the remaining forty new recruits and eighty veterans to ambush at the mountain pass; this was the most crucial deployment.

Next, let's see how it's executed...

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In the Fulong Valley, the four thousand defeated soldiers were completely unaware of what was happening around them, and continued to numbly warm themselves by the fire.

They were a gang of desperados, lacking any sense of organization or discipline, and they didn't even know where they would go tomorrow.

Although the main force of the defeated soldiers was resting in Fulong Valley, some of them had already fled to Thorn Territory and Mountain Territory.

To some extent, the next move of this group of defeated soldiers will depend on whether these few people will return, and their reaction when they do.

However, this time was different from the previous times: people did come back, but only two of them returned.

Their expressions were filled with extreme panic, as if some ferocious beast was lurking behind them.

"What happened? Didn't you all leave together as a group of five?"

A knight stopped the two fleeing soldiers and asked them a question.

The two fleeing soldiers confessed to him in a panic: the Thorn Commander was heavily guarded, and the five of them had tried to sneak in to see what they could steal, but they were subdued before they could even react.

The young lord specifically sent the two of them back to deliver a message, urging them to recognize the situation and surrender as soon as possible, or he would lead five thousand elite troops to kill them all in the valley.

The two men spoke so loudly that the other defeated soldiers warming themselves by the fire nearby could hear them clearly.

One person tells ten, ten tell a hundred, and more and more people know the news; fear spreads rapidly.

The officer's expression also changed drastically.

Although he was from the North, he had some understanding of the situation in the West. He had heard that Thornholdt was just a small border territory, so how could it have five thousand elite soldiers guarding it?

Could it be that the Western Frontier also received the news and has already consolidated its forces, intending to exterminate them all?

He was about to consult with the other officers when suddenly the deep, resounding sounds of war drums and bugles filled the air. Immediately afterwards, clusters of torches lit up, illuminating the high ground on either side.

In the firelight, the iron tips of the spears shimmered like stars.

A sudden burst of light appeared at the mountain pass directly ahead: what came into view was a group of fully armed soldiers, each clad in iron armor, wielding spears and large shields, their orderly ranks as imposing as the Great Wall of Steel.

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